“You need to keep your mouth shut or this stops right now. I can’t get expelled for fucking you at a school assembly.”
“Fuck you.” It sounded weak and half-assed. “I can’t exactly control it.”
He licked my lips, then pushed me forward over the control panel. I threw my hands out, but the only area not covered in buttons and knobs was at the top, which meant I had to stretch my hands almost completely out. That left me pretty much lying on top of the thing, all those knobs and buttons pressing into my front.
Hendrix leaned over me and rubbed his erection against my ass. “I thought you were in control of everything at all times,” he taunted, his voice gravelly.
I had no witty response. I didn’t give a shit anymore. I just wanted him inside me.
With one hand, I reached back and fumbled at the waistband of his pants, but he slapped my fingers away and did the job himself. The rustle of fabric was followed by the distinct sound of a foil packet opening, and a few seconds later, my skirt was flipped up over my lower back.
His hands kneaded my ass, and then his hard length was at my entrance. The head of his cock entered me, stretching me, and I groaned.
He pulled out. “For fuck’s sake, Donna. I’m not messing around. You need to be quiet.”
I shifted and lifted myself slightly, looking over my shoulder. He was so impossibly gorgeous, his face flushed, his lips slick from kissing me, his swollen cock standing proud. I focused on his intense stare. “I’m sorry, OK? I’m not doing it on purpose. I’ll try to be quiet, but you have my permission to do whatever the fuck you need to shut me up.”
His eyes darkened at that, and I turned to face the front again.
Ms. Perry was back on the stage, talking about prom or a new mentorship program or . . . something. It was impossible to focus on anything other than the insanely hot man about to be inside me.
Hendrix’s hand appeared next to mine as he once again leaned in close and positioned himself at my entrance. His free hand ran through my hair, and he caressed the back of my neck with his knuckles, sending shivers down my spine. The touches were gentle, sweet.
Which made the contrast of what he did next so much more intoxicating. As he pushed into me, his hand clamped over my mouth, muffling any sounds I made.
He took two slow, deliberate strokes, his body learning mine, then started to fuck me in earnest. His hips slammed against my ass mercilessly as his fingers dug into my cheek, keeping me silent.
I watched the assembly begin to wrap up as Hendrix pounded me from behind. I could see everything below, but I wasn’t seeing any of it. Every fiber of my being was focused on him. His hand on my face, the taut muscles of the arm next to me, the hard, warm, wet, stretching, punishing freedom . . .
Another orgasm washed over me, heat spreading from my core all the way to the tips of my toes and fingers. Hendrix buried himself deep inside me and rolled his hips, his body collapsing over mine as he panted through his own release.
Even through the fog of my own orgasm, I was impressed at his control, his ability to remain silent.
His hand over my mouth eased, and he brushed some hair off my cheek before pressing his forehead against my temple. For a few seconds, we just breathed the same air. We just existed together in this moment, and I felt as if I were floating on a cloud of possibility.
Chapter Twenty
Hendrix
With one last kiss to her temple, I pulled out and . . . realized I’d fucked up. Big time. Hooking up with Donna at Davey’s and in that office was one thing—we hardly knew each other, we had this angry sexual tension going, it was hot, and that was that. But what we’d just done—it was so much more than sex. She’d told me something real, shown me a part of her soul. I’d known what she craved and given it to her.
And now, as I tied off the condom and buried it under a muffin wrapper in the trash, a tightness settled around my chest. I actually gave a shit what happened to her. I was emotionally invested.
Fuck.
My princess was feeling trapped in her ivory tower, and